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every bruise

(poem without a whore)

she liked it. she liked it a lot
the first time. †spilled a little thru her lips
but she got it down. †and she liked it

a man gets in
and itís never a sin
takes a piece of her
drops it by the side of the road

a pursuit of strange desire
for a girl like that
but it filled her, as love never did
and she liked it

men gather at the corner for a smoke
someone mentions her name
and there is knowing in elliptic eyes

good girls donít know of the places
where the bad girls go
but the view is obscure
from the back seat

she took it from them
as they spilled it in straining fits
and kept it, thin & melting, in her gut
she did it, good as a girl can
and she liked it

never figured she lost
more than she got

so sheís given herself to men
and someone sees what she is
and someone makes it a poem

she was good. †but they never told herÖ

(Art: Josef Pesci)

Written by JohnFeddeler
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